#see excatly it was everywhere

[rubbish78]

im 20 and i remember good girls go bad

GOOD

[jiminjeonging]

yes the song is silly goofy but ik jm’s whipped ass is smiling bc shes thinking of mj there is jmj everywhere for those with the eyes to see

https://x.com/foraespa1117/status/1849699518352330858?s=61

excatly!!! also we are about to get a minjeongie mention again if they ever explain the song😭😭

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Christmas Imagine

Imagine: Derek Hale trying to convince you to just elope with him on Christmas eve vs a big family- mainly so He wouldn’t have to deal with your sister. 

you often forget to remember you had a Sister. they didn’t come up in conversation much, you Don’t talk to them, they don’t reach out and you don’t either. your relationship was never like Elsa and Anna’s. you weren’t close. Honestly- they use to Help your bullys. Bully you. Once they left you stranded on the side of the road.. and got a ride home with friends while you were stuck. in the freezing cold and ended up walking home in the dead of winter on the side of the highway. typical Bitchy bratty sister Rival you were told/ Promised by your parents it would get better when you both got older- it didn’t. you were engaged once before. and it was the Day of your wedding. a Nice may day. flowers were blooming when you walked towards the church. dress in hand with your Mother, your bridesmaids that you noticed in the window of the church in the Pastors office your sister’s bare bum pressed against the window, and your groom’s face buried into her neck. you instantly Knew it was him and you Ran off.

that’s how you got to Beacon Hill. you ran until you didn’t have any more money and ended up in the small town. After being betrayed by your Fiance / your former best friend of almost 9 years. and your own sister. you didn’t trust anyone. in fact when you first learned about werewolves. Derek saved you from his uncle. you hit Peter hard in the head with a hammer. while in wolf form as Derek saved you. the bubbling romance started slow. neither of you was open to the idea of Love. Lust Yes! but love? No. it took almost a full year of ‘dating” before you got the guts to say you were in love. Derek never rushed you. after learning how your last relationship ended, he wasn’t in a rush to Rush you. 

Derek knew about your Sister and you dragged him to a Family event out  Beacon hill for moral support. Derek instantly hated your sister. She was eyeing him up the entire night and then during the speeches at the wedding, your sister announced she was pregnant. at the memorial event for your cousin who had a miscarriage full term. Everyone was furious at her. but you sort of figured she would pull a stunt. Every big event. in your life, she stole the spotlight. other by picking a huge fight with your mom or dad. when you had a Dance performance, Or when at you planned A weekend getaway. with your mom and she tagged long. she got wasted the night before and puked everywhere. One in an Experience Purse store and you were forced to buy a Now ruined Designer bag cause she ran off before the staff could catch her. 

Derek instantly came up with a plan. a Plan B for the wedding. Derek wasn’t overly romantic he went all out for the postposal. a nice dinner at Home, playing your favorite musican one he hated, he had the place full of sunflowers your favorite flower. Roses were too “overdone” you once mentioned to him and Sunflowers were a happy flower. who could be upset in sight of sunflowers? Derek was neverous about your Answer and he kept sweating. he went thru all his dress shirt sweating. then you came home and  seeing the entire place full of sunflowers and string warm lights. you started crying. which made him cry. 

After hearing the stories of your sister, and how you just brushed off all the wicked things she’s done. Derek was worried. but at the big family gathering. He knew. your sister would try to screw up the wedding. he could tell you were neverous espically after your cousins funeral. 

your parents kept assuring you that your sister has grown and they wouldn’t ruin your day. but in the back of your mind you were scared. the wedding was Set for June. 

you Shuffled thru the front door grumbling to yourself work was Not Fun! a sixteen year old bite you- right in the arm. you freaked and had to get Scott to check to make sure he wasn’t a wolf. you weren’t excatly sure. but he left a bruise.. then to Boot! you weren’t allowed to give the Snotty brat detention! he was the son of the Principle untouchable. you also felt a cold coming ona nd were grumpy. you got into the appartment seeing Derek leaning against the counter waiting for you ashe smiled warmly. you were the only person who got to see that smile. 

“Hey babe.” you both said at the same time causign you both to chuckle, getting over to Derek you kissed him quckly sitting on the bar stool as he smelt you. “who was all over you?”  you groaned as you spoke, “A boy.. Bite me! Scott checked he wasn’t a wolf. but I couldn’t even give that brat detention. eh broke skin!” you moved your sleeve showing the bandaid and taking it off to show the wound. 

‘Jesus.. why the hell would he do that?” 

‘he’s a massive ass. I dont believe in coropal punishment but that brat could use it.” he chuckled softly. reaching over grabbing your hand, ‘I been thinking.. about the wedding.” 

‘what about it?” your heart twisted. Oh god he was finally realizing how he was far to good for you. he sighed heavily squeezing your hand looking down, “i think.. we should have a test Trail.. with your sister.” 

you instantly breathed hearing that. it wasn’t what you expected. you gasped gripping his arm, “jesus Derek i thought it was bad enws!” he grinned weakly as he’s words sinked in, “what you mean a test trail? we both know she will turn it around. and make it about her.’

“I dont want our day to be about her I want it about you and Me. vows of forever. death due us part. If she can’t manage to go one evening being Kind to you! And Not making it about herself. she can come.. If she doesn’t.. can we talk about elopement? your family would get over an elopement vs not inviting her. and you are stressing over details. I can make it romantic.. i can try.. “ 

secretly you were debuting on bringing the subject up. you could easily see yourself. wearing your dress (that you already hade in your closest)  just you, Derek, the pack.  And just doing a Live feed so your family could watch from home. and that be that. simple. and easy. but you felt gulity you wouldn’t midn the big wedding. but you knew your sister would destory the wedding in some way or another. 

the back of your mind you felt guilty. Guilty that you were planning to Not give yuor mom a picture-perfect wedding, or your dad. all because you didn’t trust your sister. and you hated that you didn’t always wanted a sister. A sister who cared and loved you. you squeezed his hand tightly. it made perfect sense. a Test Run if she could bite her tongue and let someone else be in the spotlight for one evening you would feel better about spending a lot of money and doing a big wedding. 

“you don’t want a big wedding?’ 

“Honestly i just want to see you in the dress and us getting married I don’t care about the other stuff.” 

you tapped your thumb over his hand breathing deeply, ‘fine- but when she fails I’m telling my parents we to run off to vegas or something.” 

Derek was stunned he thought he would have to convince you to give up the big wedding you already found a perfect church. But the relief on your face. he shifted weakly, ‘did you want to Elope?” 

you sighed heavily, “I could go either way- I would love to share our love with our friends and family. but we could easily be attacked by a new threat any day, and my sister- I could easily just say “fuck it” and Elope then come back to have a party.” he rubbed his face taking a second to speak he didn’t want you to know How much he hated your Sister. and didn’t want to push his own wishes. he wanted to be open and honest. and it was killing him.

“so?” he finally said as you rolled our shoulders, ‘It’s your day too babe. Clearly, we both have worry’s about my sister.. So yea.. lest do a Trail Run do a  big family dinner. and if she behaves we will have to talk about if we want a big Wedding. if she doesn’t. no questions asked. elopement.” 

Derek knew your sister wouldn’t be able to contain herself and would screw up the evening in one way or another.  Derek might of expected her to somehow to take their attention from them. But he wasn’t expecting her to fall off her chair right when he was about to make A speech about family and love. She screamed out in pain as Derek headed over to help her, as her boyfriend went to get a car. she was having intense stomach pain. but when Derek got closer he realized he didn’t hear a second heartbeat of how loud the restaurant was. he couldn’t say he heard one all night. but Everyone dashed to the hospital. you were beside yourself. gutted at the idea your sister lost the baby. 

“this doesn’t count.” 

once they were sitting down waiting the family was all over the waiting room as Derek got a pain of annoyance and gulit for being furious they woul dhave to have another dinner. and suffer with your sister trying to steal all the attention. even those even she couldn’t predict but even those. he secretly figured she did this on purpose. 

then Melisa walked out you got up dashing over to her, Derek followed as Melisa spoke, ‘what made you think she was pregnant?” 

“she told us- wait your telling me she isn’t? why she in pain then?” 

Melissa stepped closer, “they can’t a single thing wrong with her.- is this some new threat?” 

“Only to us” Derek stated as you hit him in the chest quickly, as you tried to wrap it around your mind, “wait so she- She isn’t pregnant?

melisa shook her head, “no signs she ever was. No sign of a miscarriage. Nothing.” 

“WHAT!” you screamed out. Derek stepped back stunned as you turned to your family, “she wasn’t even pregnant.. she’s fucking faking it!” 

Your mom tried to defend your sister but your dad said he thought he saw her drinking earlier. Derek has only seen you angry twice. each time shocked him. but this time was different he could smell the anger and hate radiating off you, as you stood tall. and reminded him for when he first met you when you were bashing his uncle in the head with a hammer when he tried to bite you. you rarely show this side of yourself. you were the only person that Derek knew who could let things slide and let it go. but this was different. Derek knew you cried for your cousin when your sister announced this baby. 

“Derek!” you snapped which made him jump as you spoke, “you were Right! we are Not trying again! Fuck it!’ 

“excuse you fuck what?’” your aunt asked as Derek stepped forward grabbing your hand tightly ‘we asked everyone here tonight for dinner to see if Beckie could contain herself and let Us have the spotlight for One night. we made a deal. if she couldn’t we would elope. And Clearly she couldn’t let us have some of the spotlight.” 

the family was torn on the notion your dad said you should of givin her a warning but you were quick to add that she would of behaved tonight and be extra dramatic at the wedding.” 

  by the time your ssiter came out, the waiting room was full of questiosn and threats, your mother was crying. but you turned to Derek. “take me home?” he nodded he’s head leaving your family to deal with your sister. 

after that. Derek started working and plotting. he knew you had your wedding and he Knew you were upset about the dinner so he wanted the wedding to be special. so he planned to rent out a church. it was the one you wanted. it had big windwos and the walls were windows and it was in the middle of the woods it was a small church. he got Scott and the pack to help decorate the chruch on Christmas eve. which it was already pretty decorated for chirstmas but they addded string lights. while Lydia took you to get your nails done, and a Spa day. a early christmas gift. you were finally realxed and at ease. then Lydia took you to the church and you asked why they were there. 

“come on.” Lyida walked into the church as you followed. seeing the soft warm lights, the pews were decorated with flowers, and lights, and the room was filled with just string lights and candles you gasped stunned as Lydia stepped over, “come on.’ 

“where we going?” 

“getting you ready for your wedding.” you laughed as you nodded your head as you let her drag you away. a Few minutes later you were at the back of the chruch seeing Derek standing at the front looking neverous you ran over and pulled him into a kiss. he smiled birghtly cupping your face. “best of both worlds?” you smiled nodding your head ‘best of both worlds.” 

[shugojima]

𝗠𝗲𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝘂̄𝗴𝗼 🍋♀️

⚠️MANGA SPOILERS⚠️

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 much 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 6'5 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖬𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗇.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌.

𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁e𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖼 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖶𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖸𝖲

ENJOY♡︎ Omg I'm im love with this lol

𝖣𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒✔︎

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

𝖣𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄✔︎

𝖯𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

A lil 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

---

You were waiting for Meian to come home after a long trip with the msby's. They were practicing so hard and you were about to cook him his favourite meal cause he sure as hell would be hungry when he comes home.

Standing at the kitchen counter doing your stuff you started daydreaming about finally getting to lay in his arms again after the long, lonely weeks he were gone. You were so lost in thoughts and you didn't even notize him coming through the door.

Peacefully slicing some ingredients you shrieked as he hugged you from behind, throwing the knife away you turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry, princess. Didn't mean to scare you." he said smiling down at you, hugging you tight.

"Shougo!!!" You screamed when you realized it was your husband. You let go in his arms and fuck did you miss him. His touch, his scent, all of him...

"Missed me much.. hm?"

Nodding against his chest you sniffled a little when he started carressing your hair.

"Don't you dare leave me again!! I've been starving on cuddles and dick!" You snapped at him jokingly.

"On what?" he chuckled pulling away to look into your wet eyes.

"Cuddles and.... this." You repeaded, shamelessly starring at him while your hand found his half hard cock, grabbing it firmly through his pants.

"Fuck, princess... Let me at least take a shower." he said but you didn't give a damn. You needed him so bad. Not in half an hour, not in a minute, RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

Holy shit was your pussy drooling already.

"No time for that." You said as you hopped on the kitchen counter and lifted your skirt up a little.

His eyes widened from how desperate you were for his cock, displaying yourself so nicely in front of him.

"Daddy~.. Look... I think I made a mess." You looked at him with guilty, puppy eyes, sliding two of your fingers in between your soaked lips, knowing excatly how to get him going.

He swallowed hard at the sight of you being so fucking wet already.

Grabbing your wrist he stopped you from what you were doing and brought your slick fingers to his mouth before licking off your sweet juice.

"So that's how we play, yea? Fine."

He unbuckled his belt and got rid of his jacket before leaning in on you. But you quickly hold your hand to his chest stopping him right there.

"Your shirt."

Smirking he slowly took it off as you basically drooled all over the sight before you.

"Damn, Captain. Look at you." you said blushing hard.

The hard training was showing on his little more toned abs and his more dominant v line.

This level of hotness was illegal.

"My baby likes what she sees?"

"Fuck yes I do." You said as you grabbed him by his wrists, pulling him between your wide opened legs.

"So greedy..." he said pressing  his lips on yours, kissing you intensely, his tongue swishing around in your warm mouth when he pulled out his thick, hard cock and pressed it against your wet mess.

You moaned into the kiss sending shivers down his spine when you felt his tip at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

"FUCK! NGHHH..." Throwing your head back you held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked his whole length into your tight little hole.

"So that's what you missed, hm? Daddy's fat cock inside you? Is that right?"

"Ye- god!!- Yes!"

Laughing to himself about you going totally crazy on his cock his pace got faster and thrusts getting much deeper.

Your eyes rolling in the back of your head, he grabbed your throat and pushed you down on the counter.

"You're so fucking hot when you're horny like that, princess." He said, shortly before he pulled up your shirt and slapped your bare breast with his free hand, playing with your hard buds. The sound of your loud moans, mixed with his heavy balls slapping against your ass, filled the kitchen.

The firm grip around your throat getting tighter as he ordered

"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to be a good little girl and cream all over Daddy's cock, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"What was that?" he raised a brow and stopped moving.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"That's a good girl..."

Thrusting hard again, stretching you out to the maximum you started to play with your sensitive clit, his lust filled, dark orbs glued to your fingers.

"D-Daddy I'm- I'm close.." you moaned feeling your high coming closer wanting to devour you whole.

"Let go, baby."

And you did.

Squeezing your eyes shut you felt your really damn overdue high approach and you literally exploded all over his cock.

"GOD.... FUCKING- NGHH HELL! SH-SHOUGO!!"

As soon as he heard his name coming out of your pretty mouth you felt his cock twitching inside you when he pulled out and came all over your body. Hot ropes of his cum spilling everywhere while he moaned and growled deeply, throwing his head back.

"I'm so happy you're home."

"I wouldn't have noticed at all." he chuckled.

[futurewriter2000]

Farewell Revenge - pt.2

A/N: I’m making this really mysterious but it’s kinda fun. There’s only so much you can write in one part. 

XX

You swore to yourself you'd try.

And you did... Try... Once or twice or so many times... But it didn't help.

You were tired. You were so tired.

You looked up at the clock. It was 25 minutes after midnight.

'It' s only starting... ' you wrote in your journal, feeling the heaviness on your eyelids as you did the dryness in your eyes. 'When I was a kid I used to think that my insomnia came from sleeping too long but even on days when I was most tired, I couldn't sleep like a normal person. - Some people get 8 hours asleep, which is the appropriate length but me? I realized I couldn't fall asleep until the Monster was home. '

You sighed, the tip of the pen pressing onto the edge of the page. You looked up. Half past midnight.

You threw the journal into your drawer and dragged the covers up to your nose, the tip of it pointing out. You opened your eyes to see the shape of your warderobe, you squeezed them shut.

And you thought. You thought until you fell asleep, which was right on 2.33 am.

---

You were awake before the other girls but you always loved to sleep in. They went down to breakfast, you skipped it, dreaming further.

You looked at the clock. It was time. Time for your first class, which was with Regulus of course but since he hasn't showed you one sign of emotion or thought, you let it be.

You were tired of chasing him. Tired of chasing the old Regulus but when you looked at him from the entrance of the classroom, he still looked like him.

Same brown hair, same chin, same everything except his face expression. Except the light in his eyes and the joy of his lips, the lines of his eyebrows. Those were different and you knew, you knew he hasn't changed since yesterday.

He sat there, away from you as if the two of you were nothing but strangers. I guess that in one way, the two of you were strangers now.

But you still see him glance at you. You could feel his eyes linger a bit, maybe with regret, maybe guilt or maybe resentment. You couldn't know but it was as if you could feel him wanting to be with you.

You kept convincing yourself that you were wrong. He told you his piece of mind. He told you he doesn't want your friendship anymore and he made it very clear of that.

You shook your head, trying to shake the energy you were recieving from the person on the other side.

All he thought was: 'I wish you'd understand.' and hear it scream to you but you didn't. You focused on your piece of paper as you always did when you were avoiding someone.

He placed his hands on the desk and stared at his blank piece of paper. He wanted to get you out of his head but couldn't really. He felt you everywhere you went because the two of you were more than just friends. The two of you were connected. Like those soulmate contracts he learned in Divination. The two of you mocked that class but now that he thinks about it, looks at you and feels this horrible ache in his heart... Maybe you really are his soulmate.

---

After the whole intense class was over, you grabbed your supplies and left, following the other Ravenclaws in front of you.

But you knew better.

It was like a tingle in the back of your neck. A little whisper that caused goosebumps appear on your neck. You looked around the corridor and found tour eyes stuck on the lef that was peering behind a marbel pillar, clearly facing your way as the rest of the chubby body was hidden behind.

Your eyes wandered around a bit and you heard some whispers echoing.

You started to back away, slpwly at forst before turning around and taking the lomg way to your next class.

You knew. You knew excatly who it was and what they were trying to do and it wasn’t the first time they had tried. You saw the clues everywhere. They were quite obvious about it and you had expected it since the little aggresive encounter with Sirius.

It made you a bit pleased but a bit tired because you always had to be prepared for their little infamous pranks. 

You didn’t really mean anything cruel about what you said to Sirius. They were completely empty threaths. To do what you said, you’d have to put in time and effort and you found that rather a dumb thing to do. 

Not everything is about those four. 

“You’re annoying, you know that?” a head popped in front of you and at the sight of him, you felt anger bubble inside of you. 

“No, I don’t.” you moved past him as he continued to wait behind you, contemplating whether he should go after you or not. 

There was guilt biting little parts of his insides as he watched you walk away. 

He didn’t want that. So, he ran after you. 

“Look. Look.” he jumped in front of you, his palms facing to you as he slowly lowered them. “I know you and Regulus were close.”

“No, you really don’t know that.” you snapped, feeling so furious at the man in front of, trying what excatly? Try to feel better by explaining his side of the story. Well, you didn’t want that. 

“Yes, I do.” he snapped back, eyes narrowing. “He told me about you. He even told our folks about you and they weren’t keen on you being a Ravenclaw but it was better than the other two houses except Slytherin.”

Now, you did want to hear what he was saying. So, you did listen.

He took a deep breath in. “I know what I did.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, (y/n)!” he said and you were a bit surprised he even knows your name. It wasn’t the kind of tone as if he just said it to show you he knew about you... it was a tone that it showed that he really did know you, that he cared. “I know, okay and I do feel guilty about it every day. Every day, even from what I look like on the outside I think about it all the time. You don’t know what happened  that night. You don’t know what it was like being locked in there.”

“I might have the faintest idea, actually but you’re right.” you admitted and his eyes jumped out in surprise. “I don’t know what it was like for you there or what happened that night but I’d go back. I wouldn’t leave him there.”

“You don’t-”

“Let me finish, you tosser.” you flicked his forehead and he shook his head, looking at you with bafflement.

“Did you just-”

“Yes.” you replied before he could finish. “The fact that I didn’t like what you did- far from it actually- shouldn’t have made me attack you like that.” you said and by now he was looking at you intesly. “It wasn’t smart and it wasn’t cool, I get that but Regulus was my best friend and you broke him. No, not you. You left him to be broken and now he’s gone.” you took a step back, eyes spread wide in defeat. “And now you can run around with your best friends without a care in the world, without doing anything to fix what you left to break.” 

He ran after you again, grabbing your arm to which you pulled away. “Regulus isn’t a baby anymore, (y/n).” 

There it is again. The way he says it. It’s so different to what you’re used to hear. 

“He’s sixteen!”

“And I’m seventeen!”

“You’re his older brother!”

“And he doesn’t need me!”

“NO!” you shouted so loud, your voice cracked. You were frustrated, not even looking him in the eyes for a moment. You gathered your thoughts, looked at him and pushed your finger on his chest just as you did before. “You don’t get to decide what he needs or doesn’t need! You don’t get to talk about how he feels! I look-” you stopped yourself, pushing away and staring at him. You raised your hand and let out a small laughter, confusing him even more. “You don’t get to explain yourself to me. I don’t get to explain myself to you.”

“Reading my thoughts.” he snarled as you cracked your knuckles. 

You were so prepared. 

“I don’t even know why I wanted to tell you any of this in the first place.” it was his turn to laugh. 

“Well, good! Now, you don’t have to!” 

“Good!” 

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

And both of you turned your heel and stormed away.

[underwoodinc]

Wip intro: Kids Who Play With The Dark by UnderwoodInc. [Working title]

Genre/setting: Science Fiction, mystery, slight cyberpunk, not-to-distant-future

Pov: Multiple, third, second

Synopsis: (Below)

Leah Rose is going to the west side of the Downs. She's paying a visit to her old boss. Her goal is to procure three boarding passes on the shuttle that will take her family to a new life on the first U.S. Moon Base.

Leon Jackson has only two, but gives her a possible way for the third. She leaves Night World Pizza thinking two things, and trying resign to the reality of them going without her.

That same night, Night World Pizza comes down. 

There's an explosion, then a fire. And ten minutes before, three blocks away there's a man. He's naked, covered in dirt, and blood walking the streets. 

He's disoriented, injured, and muttering over and over "It's going to burn", in his hand the police find the card for a lawyer.

Alan Briar, Civil Defense Attorney is familiar with the westside. He was familiar with the place where the fire happened. And he's only slightly surprised, when he's called in that morning on behalf of John Doe. 

The guy doesn't know his name, how he came to be there, or why he was even saying what he did. And it doesn't look good. But he can't help to feel there's something going on, and Alan feels compelled to whatever it is. He does something he's never done in his career before, to get to the bottom of it.

After the fire that destroyed Night World Pizza and killed Leon, Leah takes her childhood friend Miles Henderson to the Inner Downs. Showing him Leon's tunnels under the city, with plans to open the fireproof safe Leon kept under Night World Pizza, and get her money back. She soon finds there's a red thread going through the Downs. 

Something weird. There's a face they've been seeing around town lately. There's mysterious notes popping up everywhere. An urban myth that seems to not really be a myth. It has to be connected right? Nothing is random anymore, right? The fire, the stranger, the notes?

Cast:

Leah Rose -

24. Former thief. Lives in the northside of The Downs, and wants to secure three passes to take her little brother and sick father and herself to the U.S. Moon Settlement. 

Quiet, quick, and she can think on her feet and under pressure. Careful, despite her and Miles having different definitions of the word. She lines her ducks, or tries to. She's kind, if guarded when not around Miles or her family.

She's very tired, and just wants to start over, or start something. She's heard the rumors of The Downs Night Stalker all her life, but it wasn't til six months before she truly believed it, after Miles' story. 

Her and Miles had a small fallout when they were teenagers, that lasted til senior year of highschool. They don't talk about what either was doing during that time.

She's got a pair of blue gloves, they don't leave her side. Also they go through anything up to solid metal, she kinda made them herself.

Miles Henderson -

 24. Leah's childhood friend, they grew up down the street from each other. 

Very gifted violin player, and was up for a scholarship in highschool, that he lost. Currently aiming to get in to college "the old fashioned way" caring for his mother and grandmother. 

A realist, and determined. He's loyal, and has a steady hand. He doesn't think he holds grudges, for example: He looks at Leah and realizes how forgiving he can be. 

Works several odd jobs, one is drivng a taxi at night. 

Six months before he was face to face with The Night Stalker. Having grown up hearing the urban legends, it wasn't til that night he truly believed. 

Leah believes him, but doesn't exactly believe it was what he said it was. Either way, he's determined to find it again, he drives with silver bullets and nails under the passenger seat. 

Alan Briar - 

33. Defense Attorney, and holds a Dual Enforcement License. Intelligent. Short but strong willed, and sharp. He's earned the nickname Cutter among colleagues, for sharp he can cut a deal and make his case. Not that he likes it or anything.

Married to Courtney, going on five years, and happy. 

He doesn't like stupid, or bullies, or anything unfair. He doesn't like smiling in public either, though he can't help it, that's his face. Works his best when under pressure.

Six months prior, he saw the Night Stalker. 

He knew the stories, he had spent some time there. Quite a few of his clients are residents of the Downs. He figured it was just another urban myth, but he saw it. He was chased by it. Bitten into by it. 

Still in recovery from his "injury" as he's told everyone else, he gets an odd feeling, checking out the sight of Night World Pizza. There's an odd feeling when he talks more to John Doe who he has decided to clear for the fire. 

Determined to get to the bottom of this, and has decided to enforce his Dual License to do so. 

Courtney Briar - 

35. Volunteers at the Boy's and Girl's Club, and is an actress known well around uptown Greenfield.

Happily married to Alan, about five years. Originally from New Orleans, moved around a lot as a kid.

She believes Alan saw what he saw, and has a strict personal rule about being around at night. Never leaves til she sees all the kids are picked up or taken home. 

One day, she sees someone hanging around her car, and they disappear by the time she gets there. They leave her a note, that's going to make her more than a little anxious. She's been noticing more weird stuff lately. 

Intelligent, calm and laid back. A people person, and loves working with kids. Loves performing, feels at home on the stage. Athletic and works best when under pressure. She's hopeful, in general.

Very patient and compassionate. But definitely has an inner fury that Alan knows he has yet to really see, and can't wait. 

John Doe - 

??probably 40?? Or something. Maybe 37??. Ten minutes before the explosion that set fire to Night World Pizza, John was found wandering the streets a few blocks over. Naked, covered in dirt and blood, holding something in his hand. 

He has no memory of who he is, what happened to him, or how he came to be there. Or why he kept muttering "It'll burn." Over and over.

As you can imagine it doesn't look too good for him. Alan takes his case. 

Tall, broad shouldered, with gentle eyes. He's perceptive, but very scared by what is missing from his memory. Scared by the idea he may have done it, scared about what may have happened if he didn't.

Gentle, almost childishly so, and quiet. 

After being cleaned up he found all these scars and wounds over his body. Burns on his torso, missing fingernails, cuts on his legs and one on his back that looked infected. 

Ophelia Jackson -

Classified.The Stranger. She's very worried, and has work to do. Time Traveler going on ten years now. 

Leon was her little brother. 

She has to make sure everything goes right. Especially considering the Night Stalker. Isn't quite sure where the other notes are coming from.

The Wolf/ Night Stalker/ The Downs Creeper -

Needs to be taken care of. 

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Tell me if you want to be on the Taglist! I'll probably be making more posts on the world, explaining a few more things (Like what Alan's license is excatly). 

[wolfandsheep200]

Chapter Three: Thieves, Black Spots, Ice Cream, and Lost Souls.

Neopolitan held out her hand palm facing upwards. Levitating a mere three inches above her hand. Was the harden spitting image of an item Cinder Fall had tasked her with acquiring. An item Cinder herself had stated as being the all important cornerstone piece nessary for allowing themselves back in the good graces of her superior. An item of immense value. Which Cinder had only referred to by name once. She had called it The Relic of Knowledge.

For Neopolitan getting her hands on the Relic hadn't been easy. In fact she had gone to some extreme lengths. Just to lay her well manicured fingers around the genuine article. If she were to list, (out of order mind you) the redundant number of obstacles placed in her path to success. She would begin her retelling of events. By drawing attention to the fact that she had to topple. Three of the best and brightest, up incoming fighters, that the Kingdoms of Vale and Atlas had to offer. Along with outwitting one individual. Which Roman would have labeled a complete unknown. Dubbing him with a personal nickname such as Wild Card. Wildcard's skills were to put it politely, not as polished as Neo had been expecting. However, to Wildcard's credit there had to be something special about the young lad. Seeing as how the Military Atlas Leader, General James Ironwood, would have personally been required to recognize the protector of an item holding such significance value, that people were willing to murder each other. Just to get their hands own it. Yes, from Neo's point of view something was off about the whole situation. Why had Ironwood allowed a novice anywhere near such an important item of interest. True the lanky farm raised youth had scored a hit on one of her illusions. Yet that alone didn't qualify him to be the one assigned to carry and protect an item of important significance, from all comers. When Neo had knocked and then entered Wildcard's personal quarters. She had expected at least to be assaulted by two plain clothes, fully trained Huntsman's. Providing personalized security detail for the item and its holder. Instead, what she got was a handful of annoying soldiers and a few mechanized assault droids. Maybe, Ironwood had reasoned that the item of intrest. Would be safe enough with the minimal levels of security inside the building. Because of the heighten levels of security Located on the buildings outer perimeter. Neo had no way of confronting Ironwood and confriming her suspicions. At least the guards stationed outside had been the capable sort. What gave Neo the advantage in sneaking past them. Was simply the fact she had been anticipating their presence. If a person knew anything about military law and Neo had become an expert. Then that person would understand how the Military was going to act. In accordance with Atlas Military doctrine. The outside of any building in which an item of specialized intrest and its assigned Guardians are to be housed. Will be discreetly guarded and observed by members of the Atlas Military. Along with at least two teams of veteran combatants rating no less than the rank of marksmen. These teams will be assigned from the specialized police unit know only as Swat.

In securing her assignment Neopolitan had fascinated herself. For just one individual hurtling over all those obstacles would have normally bordered on the impossible. What made her the exception to all things that are believed to be impossible. Besides her radiant features, was her timing. The facts didn't lie. At the same time she had needed access to the building the Relic had been housed in. The Sister City to Atlas. Know as Mantel, had been hit by an invasion of ruthless man eating monsters know as The Grim. Otherwise gaining entrance to the building without being questioned or observed in some manner. Would have been a task next to impossible. Thankfully with the Grim holding everyone's attention. All she had to do was simultaneously watch both entrances to the building. Waiting patiently until her target approached. Her target in this case being a certified Atlas special operative and veteran Huntsman Phillips Hauntance. Neo spotted Phillips walking towards the building. And knew instantly what was about to happen. Phillis had been sent to move the item and its Guardian from one location to another. It was a standard act of Kingdom etitic, to perform such a move in a crisis. All Neo had to do then was cut Phillips off at the pass. Use her abilities to Lure Phillips into a fight away from prying eyes, Attack, defeat, and dispose of Phillips before anyone could catch on that something had gone awry with Phillips's mission. Assume the Huntsman's identity. Flash Hauntance's confenscated security badge and gain entrance to the building. Later on if she ever retold this story she'd say it was as simple as pie.

Cinder Fall stood at the meeting spot waiting for her newest hired hand Neopolitan. The four foot nothing scrapper had become the newest addition to her ever growing arsenal of misfits and outcasts. Neopolitan had previously been associated with the late Crime Boss of Vale, Roman Torchwick. Irate with herself Cinder drove the toe of her high heeled combat boots into the concrete beneath her feet. She hated waiting. Waiting gave a body too much time to be alone with their thoughts. Probably the reason most police department detectives used it as an effective tactic. A detective would leave a suspect isolated in an interrogation room for hours on end before breaking up the silence and monotony with a barrage of rapid fire questions. Unfortunately for Cinder right now her consciousness was playing the role of the detective. Asking herself questions she prefer not to answer. Questions such as. How had Ruby Rose known excatly where to be? Making it possible to insert herself driectly into Our plans. Sure one could argue Ruby had seen the display of powers from somewhere inside the city and come running. Yet, Cinder couldn't believe that the girl had seen the fight, made her way across the city to the building Cinder was fighting in, gained access to said building. Made her way to the top floor and all within the matter of twelve minutes or so. Even for one with her kind of speed it just It couldn't be possible and Rose had accomplished this very feet with a Schnee in tow. How?

Cinder's one and only real weakness the girl with the Silver eyes. Who was somehow the only person she had been forbidden to harm by Salem. Cinders leader. "How had she failed again? It made no sense. How!?"

How had she let that little Demon spawn cost her everything. First the child had taken her eye. Then Her Aunt Raven had snatched away her opportunity at obtaining the Spring Maidens powers. And finally like pouring salt into a open wound. The Little Red Hooded Demon Child had robbed her of a glorious victory. Killing General Ironwoods favorite special operative, dismantling the world's first synthetic child again, and claiming the Winter Madiens powers all for herself. It was enough to drive her into doing something reckless. Hearing the noise of someone's footsteps approaching Cinder turned around. Neopolitan was standing there like a magician taking a slight bow after a performance. The multi toned girl held one hand extended away from her with the palm facing upwards and there hovering inches above her hand was the very item Cinder has sent her after. The relic of Knowledge.

"Perhaps things are starting to look up." She thought. "In any case that will be prize enough to get me integrated back into Salem's good graces." Acting swiftly to maintain the illusion of still being in control. Cinder turned and began walking towards Neopolitan in one swift motion she blew by Neo snatching the hovering Relic. Not stoping to explain herself, Cinder headed in the direction of their stolen airship. That the two women had stashed on the outskirts of town. When they arrived in Mantle.

Angry with Cinder for the lack of praise for her success. And irrated with Cinder for the ruff handling of such a delicate item. Yet somehow interested enough to desire to see what happens next. Neopolitan silently fell into step behind her new employer.

Several hours later, felling white knuckled and several centuries older. Neopolitan with Cinder Fall. Landed atop a massive flying Grim beast. Neo couldn't believe what she was bearingwitness to. An enormous estate. No a Castle just sitting atop the ginormous creature. Cinder however was acting as if flying direct into a hail storm of Man eating monster's, in order to dock with a creature that could in all likelyhood sallow them, the vessel the two women had arrived in and the factory, the ship had been produced in. Was somehow the norm and Neopolitan needed to get with the program. Neo felt overwhelmed she had never in her wildest dreams believe she'd be taking in this much information all at once. It was a little much.

"Come on." Cinder said, as she exited the ship. "And stay close to me. None of these creatures know not to harm you, yet. And we'd hate for there to be any accidents."

Cinder wouldn't have to tell Neo twice. Everywhere Neo's eyes landed there was a hundred modes of instance death tracking her every movement. Cinder was headed for the door as a broad shoulder man easily four times Neo's size stepped around the corner of the building. Blocking their path.

"Hello Cinder." His voice was low toned and soft. Neopolitan took notice as Cinder Fall straightened herself to full height.

"Hazel."

Neo, who had spent more than her fair share of time. With and around the criminals of Vale. Had absorbed through osmosis most of their worst traits and several of their bad habits. Found herself with no other choice except to notice the way in which. The muscles in Cinder Fall's only flesh and blood arm contracted and tightened. As Cinder spoke the walking pile driver's name.

Neo had picked up this perception to read body language from a tall thin sort of man named J. Farneey. Mr. Farneey who regularly rented out one of the top suites inside Junior's Night Club. Had spent several evenings stressing to Neo the importance of picking up on such human behaviors. Farneey had liked the suites provided at Junior's because of how the upstairs room's were sound proof. Which made the perfect place for Farneey to conduct his business. One night while at Junior's Neo hadn't been felling particular well. All the noise seemed to be gettin to her. So Roman had sauntered over to where Mr. Farneey had sat alone drinking and ask J. "If they could get a card game going in his sweet." J. Farneey had only to take one glance in Neopolitan's direction to see that her face and body language were off. Looking back at Roman he accurately gauged. The question Roman had been actually asking. Spinning around on his bar stool. He looked directly at Neo.

"Is that right little lady? He asked. Would you like to get out from under all this noise? Neo "Nodded her head." In response. Wondering how Mr. Farneey had known and like that a sort of friendship had spawned between them. On nights Roman was conducting his own business downstairs at Junior's Club. Neo would be upstairs catching lessons in edict. From Mr. Farneey. When not working J would sit in a dyed red, hidebound leather reclining chair for hours. Watching from behind that big one way mirror in his suite. He's eyes missed nothing. He would make a game of it taking a shot each time the parties down below made a spectacle of themselves. Pointing out all sorts of microscopic details to Neo. That until that moment, Neo had never really payed attention to before. For instance, the way that someone would sit side stool at the bar or how a younger person would hold their glass while working up the courage to approach someone. To ask for a phone number or a dance. Mr. Farneey would go on like that for hours giving Neo an inside view into his world. Explaining ever details of his interpretation of what someone was thinking. And often enough he would be immedately proven right. One time Neo had told Roman about her experience and Roman had encouraged her to spend time with Mr. Farneey saying.

"I'm glad you two are getting along so well. Old Farneey's a master in the field of human behavior. That's why I try to play cards with him every chance I get. Everytime J beats me. Yet, evertime I receive an education. Or become aware of an exploitable weakness in my personality. You should take this opportunity to learn everthing that you can from him. It will benefit you in ways you never dreamed possible. Later on"

Right now that knowledge was benefiting her much more than was possible. She now knew that Cinder, a woman who had a semblance of her own, magic powers and the ability to create weapons from glass. Felt wary and uncomfortable around this big bruiser.

"Tryian beat you back by a couple of hours." He said something about. "Taking the children and going back for Watts."

"Where's Watts?" Cinder asked.

"Currently locked up. Inside Ironwoods Jail." Hazel replied. "He allowed himself to get caught." That way we'd have a man inside of the city. That can use the confusion of the invasion to get close enough to Pietro mainframe to rewire the Pollidena girl's hardrive. Once we've manipulated her cognitive reasoning compasator. The robot should have no problem fighting for our side. After everything we've pulled off. I'm looking forward to watching Ironwood's creatively acquired toy. Turn against everything it's been programmed to protect. Just as the city's begun to place their trust in their leaders." Hazel's voice grew distance. Then added. "For Watts this act of vengeance. Against those who stole from and shunned him, will be the proverbial icing on the cake."

"Hazel." Cinder spoke suddenly, placing one hand on his arm. "Don't ever worry, I'm certain you'll avenge your sister's memory."

"Thank you Cinder, that means a lot."

Outside Cinder was all cool and calm demeanor. Internally she couldn't believe what she just heard a few hours ago. She had felt like a failure. Kicking herself for missing an opportunity to harm the little synthetic. Now she realized that she had actually been done an astronomical favor. Her comrades had figured out a way to control the animatronic child. Cinder smiled as the words came pouring out.

"Then you're going to love what I have to tell you." Reaching into her bag Cinder produced the Relic Neopolitan had acquired. Showing him their success in one hand Cinder announced their failure. The robot's our new winter Maiden. The machine has the powers and I have our first relic. Hazel's eyes lit up upon seeing the relic. "That's incredible." Now all that's left to do is for Tryian's to free Watt's and myself to murder Ironwood. His eyes lit on Neo as if seeing her for the first time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Neo cliped her parasol to her belt and began singing with her hands.

"Her name is Neopolitan." Cinder said explaining for her. "She has a little trouble speaking."

"I'm pleased to meet you." The big man said extending fourth one hand in Neo's direction. Neo uncertain in how she should react. Bodly reached out a hand of her own. Which immediately vanished inside Hazel's grasp. Swallowed whole in the firmest handshake that Neo could ever remember receiving. Was this really the way, a person working for Salem's. Was supposed to react? Shouldn't this man be upset that Cinder had brought another henchman here with no warning.

"There's coffee and refreshments inside." Hazel half heartledy gestered towards the door. Speak with Emerald and she'll see to finding you some lodgings.

Neo "Nodded her head in response and rubbing her stomach. Before Cinder and herself proceeded inside. As the two women entered through the Castle's main hall they could hear the distinctive sound of combat. The very distinctive sound of gunfire. Both women paused and listened. Somewhere inside the estate a battle was taking place. Cinder swore loudly as something Hazel said clicked into place. "Tryian had said something about taking the children and going back for Watts." If Tryian had tried to tell Mercury to do anything. Mercury would have told him. Where he could stick that tail of his and Tryian wasn't the kind of person to take sass well. Cinder had just made it aroud the first hall when she heard Mercury's voice screaming in anger. "I'm just giving you a moment to get your affairs in order. Use that time to make peace with your godess. Then I'm coming back to finish this and you.

Author's note: I hope you have enjoyed reading this free chapter. As much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Chapter Three: Thieves, Black Spots Ice Cream and Lost Souls.

This has been a Wolf and Sheep production.

[universityofwestwincest]

Ah! That's totally understandable, but I'm totally obessed with the idea that the Winchesters are out killing one night and the house next door has high pitched screaming, so they think that the nieghbor's saw them kill the family, and they sigh in annoyance because Sam really wanted to get fucked by Dean on the blood splattered sofa, so they go through the backdoor right into the backyard and peek through the fence...

(2/4) to find 15-year-old Castiel plunging a knife into his father's chest. The scene is absoulety horrific, continue watching as Castiel cleans the blood off his face. The brothers shrug their shoulders, put gasoline everywhere and set the house on fire, and before getting into the Impala, they see Castiel sitting on the front steps on his house, ignoring the fact that the house next to him is on fire, simply watching the stars and Sam's looking at Dean with puppy eyes and the older Winchester groans

(3/4) and gets in the car, giving Sam the a-ok. 'Hey! Kid!' Castiel's shocking blue eyes look at him with curiosity, and Sam flinches a bit at how cold and unforgiving they are. 'Since you don't have a family, do you want to come with us?' Castiel complensates the offer for a moment. His voice is soft but heavy. 'Are you going to kill me?' Sam seems taken back and shakes his head no. Castiel decides to join them, because he doesn't excatly have anything to lose. -🌻

(4/4) I think I'll call that one MessedUp!verse, and I'll probably put Jack in too as Castiel's own adopted younger brother. -🌻

Oh, I love this. Sam and Dean think taking on the responsibility of a child will mean less time for the bloody, torturous killings, but Castiel is just as fucked up as they are, willing to lure victims into Sam and Dean’s grasp. This is perfect.

[jakeoettinger]

hi. idk excatly why im writing this but i just feel like i have to get this out of my chest. your longer post on perry. i totally respect that. hes been my favorite player for years and still is. that doesnt mean i like hurting people, elbows or head hits totally not. i do like enforcers and getting under other teams skin though. it does sting bit when everywhere i go i just see hate, which i do understand, doesnt lessen the hurt. i only wish people could give him chance. 1/2

(2/2) hes got lot to prove and wants to do that. he always gives his all on the ice. off the ice too. hes really sweet, quiet and quite shy guy who loves his community. i dont expect you to love him and maybe not even respect him or whatever. it just gets annoying seeing people calling him shit person and asshole when i dont think thats him at all. and lastly god do i hope he will prove everyone wrong and have amazing bounce back season.

hey anon, i don’t know if you saw my other post i posted probably after the one you saw.. but i essentially said just that.. i’m totally open to him not being an asshat and i’ll give him the opportunity to change my opinion of him at least while he’s a star. but like based on every interaction i’ve seen with him and the teams he plays, i wanna rip his head off so that’s kind of my stance on the guy.. you see the side of loving him, maybe you’re a ducks fan. 

it’s like rous with the stars.. everyone hated the guy but i knew him to be the softest and most polite guy i’ve ever met. but i only know corey perry as the asshole on the ice that i hope gets dropped when he stirs up shit ya now? i get it though, people hate on my favorite players too and rightfully so when they act like assholes and i used to be a hawks fan and i only saw hate and it’s not fun but like.. i get it lol. 

here’s the other post i’m referring to: https://i-hate-hockey.tumblr.com/post/185983719119/do-i-hope-corey-perry-shows-up-next-season-and

[shelbygrayltd]

Banned - Modern Michael AU

after getting a couple of requests to do a part two to my modern Michael AU i decided why not? ya know because I'd die for it.

Warnings : NSFW, the plot is pretty much sex so i apologise.

Michael really wasn't keen about going to your parent's house this weekend, and honestly neither were you. They were a pair of uptight, snobby citizens; there would be no kissing, no touching, no breathing. Well basically anyway. When you were younger you'd always joke with your parents when they'd said "No boyfriends till youre 45" But they seriously meant it.

This whole trip was going to be hellish, in their house you felt like they had eyes everywhere you went, so even to sneak a kiss or two in the hall just felt wrong. Their whole way about things as parents was stupid really, you're a grown woman now, in university with a decent enough part time job, how can a loving boyfriend be so bad? Oh it could be, you honestly thought that your mum would combust into flames if she even knew the things Michael had done to you. But you decided to keep those topics of conversation strictly away from their ears, just incase they do decide to castrate him; Which could really put a damper on an otherwise perfect sex life.

This weekend meant Michael was on his beat behaviour, and looking his best; The perfectly styled hair that only came out at weddings, the pristine shirts Ironed to perfection, thanks to Polly. And finally, absolutely and utterly no swearing. He knew the drill, and you hated having to show a fake-ish side to your ruggedly gorgeous boyfriend but to save you both an earful of shit, you put up his good boy facadé.

This dinner was becoming longer and more painful by the minute, your mother nit-picking at anything she can about you, and your father interrogating Michael like a criminal. "So, what is it you actually do, Michael?" God he was keeping his cool throughout this, with questions about his family, his life and worse; his previous relationships. However, his hand was sneakily resting on your thigh as he spoke, grounding himself. "I'm currently studying Mathematics, sir, it's a very challenging degree and ive actually been teaching YN how to solve a few problems herself." He'd smirked, glancing over to you with a dazzling smile, Cheeky fucking bastard. "So you want to teach then?" your father questioned, spooning the remaints of his dinner into his mouth. "Actually, no, rather the opposite; I want to be an Accountant." he spoke confidently. "See, YN at least he has a sense of direction to where he's going." you scoffed, actually astonished at how little attention they pay you. "Dad, I'm studying Law, like I'll soon be a fully trained Lawyer, how is that no sense of direction?"

In an attempt to diffuse the tension slowly building at the table, your mother speaks out, pushing away from the table "Anyone for desert?" the full party being for. "Well, you never seem to tell us what you're doing, I'd assumed you'd dropped out of Uni." Michael goes to defend you, as always, "She does work very hard, i often come home and find her head in a book, reading away or planning a prosectution for mock-court. I really think she has this in the bag."

Michael, gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze, He rests his elbow on the table, his fork falling to the floor. Accident or not, i can see excatly where this is going, and if he gets caught, we're both fucked, and not in the way we want. As he bends down to pick the fork up, his fingers trail up and down my leg with him, before eventually pushing my legs apart, with no resistance whatsoever. "don't be silly," my dad speaks, im hardly hanging onto the conversation as Michaels fingers trace so delicately over my clit, "I'll go grab you another one, don't apologise."

Once my dad was out of the room, Michaels lips were at my ear, speaking deep and gravelly, as his fingers continue to tease "Babe, Later on I'm gonna take you to the bedroom and fuck you so hard that your toes curl, all while your parents are sleeping in the next room, hmm, i wonder how quiet you can be as i make you cum right in front of them."

My god that boy delivered, he sat there for the next hour, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of you, spending the last ten minutes alone just circling your clit. It was taking everything within you to keep quiet and you really felt close, so close. He'd fucking done it, you were coming around his fingers, him, coaxing it out of you in every way possible, makibg sure he could draw it out as long as he could. You clutch your head, giving a low groan. "Whats wrong?" Michael asks, his fingers still inside you. "I just have this banging headache, i think im gonna go lie down." You lie, you need to get Michael alone. Now. "Perhaps you should see her there, Michael?" your mum speaks. Perfect. His fingers are out of you now, and he picks the last bit up in is hand, and putting it in his mouth, sneakily licking his fingers in the process. You Fucker.

Once you're in your room, it couldn't be sooner that his lips were on yours, is hands were on your hips and his hair was now messy and looked like the man you loved. You were now unbuttoning his shirt, hands resting on his warm chest. "Michael, I need you," you moaned lowly into his ear. "You do, hm?" he teased, picking you up by your thighs, and dropping you onto the bed, there was a light knock at the door. Michael's eyes widened, doing up some of the buttons to his shirt. before he opened the door. "How is she?" your mother asked quietly. "She'll be fine, I've made her take some painkillers, I'm gonna take good care of her, don't you worry." Your mother smiled. "You are good to her..." she trailed on "we'll be heading to bed now, anything you need?" he shook his head, politely, greeting her goodnight as he closed the door, within seconds he was back on you again, his lips marking your neck.

When he was finally inside you, it was bliss, he was doing exactly what he said he would, giving you a hard fuck. You wanted him rough, like at home, you wanted him relentlessly fucking you with the headboard banging against the wall. And you were moaning in his ear, begging for it, pleading him to just thread his hand through your hair, and my god thd second his fingers were threaded through, giving the hair a rough pull as he fucked you harder, and your toes were curling, and you felt it, for the second time tonight, but he knew, slowing down to take drawn out thrusts into you, his lips peppering kisses along your neck. "I don't think you can stay quiet, babe." he teased, "Michael don't you fucking dare play this game with me now." he chuckled slwing down to a near stop, engulfing your lips in kiss, and before you knew it he was thrusting rougher again, pulling you back to the brink of orgasm.

And as you felt it wash over you, you couldn't hold in anything anymore, drawing out the longest loudest moan, with a kiss not even being able to supress it. "Fuck, Michael." but my god he was still going, harder and harder, and you could feel it building up again now, you were so sensitive, but you wanted him to cum, and just as you were both groaing out, him coming inside you, the door flings open.

Fuck. Your mothers face was red hot, she was shocked and could have nearly fainted. "Oh don't seem so shocked, Mrs LN, I've fucked her better than this before, your precious princess likes it dirty." And you could still feel him thrusting into you, fucking you now into the sheets, just for the hell of it. You'd never seen your mum run out of a room quicker, slamming the door behind her. "hmm, babe, i think we should make a move, before your dad gets in here, I promise ill make this all up to you in the car. You both scrambled like kids to pick up all your belongings and get out to the car, driving off as fast as light.

It was safe to say Michael was now banned from your parent's house. And out of spite he'd fuck you in the car as he dropped you off there, walking you to the door with a grin on his face. Making sure that he gave you a big kiss, as the door opened.

He'd always stay in a nearby hotel, just incase you needed him, and there had been more than one occasion of showing up at his hotel door, often wearing nothing but underwear, one of his tees and a coat, Him taking you in as many places and positions he could think of.

He was perfect to you, and even if he was a cocky bastard who actually fucked you in front of your mum, you loved him, and you'd let him do it again just to see the look in his eyes. You were his. and that was all that mattered.

[unleashthemidnight]

SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 5

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 Chapter name: Cookies! People: Reader (x Gabriel), Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. You are reunited with Winchesters once again and demons are roaming in the streets. Word count: 1710+ Warnings: Crack, language, song lyrics usage, demons Notes: This is part 5 of GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. I… well… you know. Cookies. Hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are loved Do Not Reblog

Your own house, two kids and a dog. Good relations with neighbours. Sunday churches. Baking cookies for the bakesales and knitting woolen socks for the Christmas to give as gifts. Those things were never your thing but you still understood the charm. You walked through idyllic neighborhood with beautiful houses and gorgeous gardens. There was water elements on some of the yards and others with iron decorations. All of the gardens and houses had their own personalities that probably mirrored their owners. Everything was so dreamy and idyllic. It felt somehow unrealistic. But what wasn’t felt unreal from the moment you opened the letter in your own world?

Walking along the streets the only oddity you had seen was the road names; Innocent Road, Victim Avenue and 69th ring of Hell. There was also the stop -sign with word Never on it, and to you it looked like it was written with blood. One blue house had a white garage door that was decorated with the spraypainted words ”Manticore was here”. Well, things aren't always as they seem to be, you noted. ”Y/N?!” You heard Dean yelling from the yard of bright yellow house with red roof. Sam was with him, lockpicking the door and eventually succeeding. ”Dean! Sam!” you yelled and run to them. You were happy to see them again after separation and more than glad to see they weren’t injured, dead, or something even worse. ”We need to go quickly inside, no time to waste, you'll soon know why,” they pushed you inside the dreamhouse. Boys locked the door and all three of you started looking outside the window waiting for something to happen. ”I check the kitchen,” Sam said and patted your shoulder to get your attention, ”you, stay with Dean” he ordered and left. It seemed like the brothers knew what was going on in this world, maybe they had been here more time than you. Somewhere distant you could hear people yelling but you couldn't understand any of the words. They were still too far away and the only thing you could hear was Sam going through some cabinets. Until there was sound of plates and glasses dropping on the floor. ”SAM?” Dean yelled and was going to check the kitchen when Sam walked out, knife close to his throat held by a being with horns and ripped skin, blood dripping everywhere. Handful of more similar creatures followed them. They looked like your ordinary horror book demons but definetly not the ones you had used to. Dean's breaths were heavy. He was getting riled up and frustrated with the whole situation. ”What – Who are you?” you managed to ask. The yelling outside got louder and louder, you had to turn your head to the window to see outside. People were running past the house you were in and you saw the hostile beings smirking and enjoying the screams: ”OH GOD SAVE ME!” ”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!” ”I SEE DEMONS!!!!” ”I SEE DEAD PEOPLE!” The yelling and screams ended as rapitly as they had started. The beings with you laughed. “They call us demons,” you got your answer from the smallest one. ”We're the horsemen of the Rockpocalypse flying on the backs of flaming horses. We'll ride town to town and leave nothing but corpses. The streets will flow with the blood of our enemies,” other hissed with cocky attitude. ”We'll kill your family and scream obscenities,” another added and threw Dean on the wall with sinister laugh. You tried to help Dean but you were thrown to the other wall and pinned against it by one of the demons still without the victim. ”Death and destruction are all around! We're motherfuckin' evil and we'll never slow down!” You saw smallest demon celebrating and jumping up and down. He was having fun at your expense and discomfort. ”You really should be cursin’ when our name passes your sweet lips...” the demon that was pinning you againts the wall said and dragged his finger across your lips while biting his own smirking. ”Don't you dare to touch her,” Dean threatened and tried to free himself. ”Why are you doing this?” You felt need to cry when demon's hold got tighter. ”Because this is the realm of hate.” You felt his breathing on the crook of your neck. You wanted to pray for help. ”Chocolate chips for everyone!” the ever-so familiar voice from the kitchen door made all of you to turn your heads towards the sound. Saved by the bell. ”Did I interrupted something? Oh, I apogolize my bad manners, but demons look; I got cookies for you… C'mon and get it,” Danny, who was wearing his own demon inspired costume, apologized and lured the demons to the kitchen with the plate of cookies he was holding, and so freeing Sam and causing you and Dean to drop to the floor with loud thump. You all were physically alright, just little tense and sore. Your curiosity got best of you and your party of three peeked from the door into the kitchen. Danny and the demons were sitting over the kitchen table and on the table was plates full of chocolate chip cookies. They were also wearing party hats and all around them were balloons of different sorts and colors. The kitchen itself was... colorful - to say the least. Panels on the wall were representing the whole rainbow with atleast two different shades of each color. The cabinets were white with single colored panels on the doors. The sight was like a children’s birthday party ad, but children were replaced with demons. So it was basically the same. ”They are the taste of happy,” the littlest demon smiled bright while holding one cookie like it was his precious. The demons munched the cookies and tried to hide some of them under the hats to save them for later. ”Pass the milk please,” one demon asked politely. One rapid shout from outside got everyones attention: ”THE DEMONS ARE CONSUMING ME!” The demon that was pinning you earlier on the wall got serious and his look darkened as he started: ”We are the nightmares you should be afraid of but there's just one thing we love and that's - -” ”COOKIES! Yaaaaay! Hooray! More cookies!” demons shouted and frolicked as Danny filled the plates again to prevent the demons going insane, again. ”All your nighmares have come to life and the horror survives in the darkest of the night,” one of the demons hissed again, ”So take our final breath in our realm and wish for merciful death as we eat this plate of cookies!” the demon  ended his talking as Danny poured even more cookies on the table. There was so many empty cookie boxes around the kitchen and you weren’t sure anymore where Danny got all the cookies he was serving. ”I guess everybody loves cookies,” Danny looked at you half-smiling and shrugged his shoulders. ”I still prefer pie,” Dean muttered under his breath while walking into the kitchen to go through the cabinets like he was looking for hidden pie. ”Dean, seriously, are you looking for a pie?” Sam couldn't believe his brothers actions. ”I think I – WE deserve some pie after this. I'm too full of cookies after all these encounters with these cookie monsters,” Dean blurted out rummaging the goodies. Yes, this is perfect, Dean thought as he put something in his pocket when no one was looking. ”So you have been here long… And you have eaten cookies with the demons. That's why you went to kitchen, to look for the cookies,” you made conclusions and Sam nodded as confirming them. ”Excatly how long you have been here? Have you been here all the time because I was in whole different places...” you rambled with questions but stopped as soon as you saw Sam’s face. The way his lips tightened and he looked down and then at Dean who was still making a mess, told you everything you needed to know. “It wasn’t all bad, just... tiring,” Sam tried to reassure you. ”Oh,” small sound felt from your lips as you looked at your toes. You knew that there was a lot to talk about later, whenever you would get back home. The demons continued munching and cramming their faces with cookies and your party decided to leave the house. Danny had made sure that demons had enough of cookies to you to get far away from them. ”This was definetly not what I was excepting,” you said to Sam as you all walked on the pavement. ”Well, yeah… But now we need to find out why and how to get back home. And I take it you know that Danny has his fingers in this. Because I have a feeling that he might be -” Sam went almost full research/hunter mode but was interrupted with Danny's voice behind you. You both turned around in unison and looked at back at the door of the house you had just walked out. ”Uh, Dean. Dean, what are you doing? What is that? Is that a knife? Oh, it's a knife. I can tell by the way it's stabbing me. Okay, great. Good talk, buddy.” You watched as Dean tried his best to stap Danny with the knife he had took from the kitchen when you didn't pay attention. Too bad that the knife proved to be one of those theatre knives. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Danny was so calm while Dean's face went from frustration to surprise but it didn't stop him for trying and testing - both on Danny and on himself. ”Son of a bitch...” ”Rude. But probably fair after all this. Hey listen -” Danny put his hand on Dean's shoulder - ”if you can actually stick that in me, can I keep it or do you want it back?” Dean was frustrated but tried couple more times just to be sure and finally gave up. The hunter was so tired, and you kinda felt bad for laughing so much at his misery. You didn't have any idea how many Tuesdays they have had while you were having your own adventures. When you watched Dean walking towards you leaving laughing Danny behind, the world shifted.

Christmas Calendar tag: @sumara62, @authoressskr, @serendiptious-esparza, @be-fantastic, @pizzamanteachings Gabe tag: @nobodys-baby-now, @dlb1999 Hit me with ask or message if you would like to join! NinjaSexParty's songs used in this fic, not in order

Best Friends Forever x

Cookies! x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you didn't see him having a bakesale in the yard.

[girlbetweenryosuke]

“Mr. Anxious Boyfriend”

[CUTE/ANGSTY KINDA YAMADA FANFIC comin up for ya home dogs ayeee i missed writing so here’s a lil fic i gave birth to enjoy!!!]

“It’s fine, Ryosuke. We’ll only be together for a night.”, Y/N said with complete confidence that nothing will happen in one night. “A NIGHT?? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS CAN HAPPEN IN ONE NIGHT?!”, I flailed my arms up and she laughed, “And do you know how little trust you’re putting on me right now?”. My face lost its tension and it made me think; she’s right. I shouldn’t be doubting her... if she wasn’t going to stay in a hotel room alone with a boy. “Listen, okay, I trust you completely; I really do. But I don’t trust him, so please let me stay in your room with him.”, I pleaded and she rolled her eyes, laughing. “No, Ryosuke. It’s for work.”, she said and I looked down in defeat.

“Come on, Mr. Anxious Boyfriend, don’t you trust me?”

We made one rule for those two days and one night she was going to be away. ONE RULE. I’m not allowed to be with her at all. Okay, well, I tried to slip through a needle-hole and try to find ways to get her to forget that rule, but she never forgot it. The moment she kissed me goodbye as she was about to leave, her eyes turned to me and she smiled, “Don’t follow me!”.

Ahh... well... Technically, I didn’t follow her.

I was invited to a party near the hotel and I had to go because it’s wooorkk...

Or maybe I lied... Yeah. I just lied.

I texted her a screenshot of messages from Tomohisa inviting me to come to the events place and she finally said “fine” to me going even though I actually asked Tomohisa to send those messages. Look, okay, it’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s just that I don’t trust the guy she’s going with. Okay, here’s the difference between him and I:

Sota Fukushi; an actor born in 1993. Handsome, talented, funny, nice. Ryosuke Yamada; an actor born in 1993. Gorgeous, gifted, hilarious, an angel, AND, dating the hottest, nicest, most amazing girl ever. You might think that the latter is winning just by looking at that description, but I forgot one thing.

Sota Fukushi; a single guy who’s with my girlfriend for one night.

Thus, the execution of my plan: Plan Keep-My-Girlfriend-With-Me. When the skies turned dark, I immediately put on dark clothes to camouflage and I drove all the way to the hotel. People were giving me weird looks and I didn’t exactly knew why. Maybe they were wondering why the hell was this blonde-ass guy wearing all-black clothes and sunshades at night. My only answer to that is for observation purposes.

“Hi.”, I said to the front desk manager who was looking at me wide-eyed. “Y-yes sir.”, he stammered. “I was wondering where they’re filming the movie ‘I See the Stars in Your Eyes’ tonight”, I said. “I’m sorry, Sir, I can’t disclose any information to unauthorized people.”, he bowed. I chuckled and slowly took off my sunglasses and looked at the guy, “It’s Ryosuke Yamada you’re talking to.”. “Yes sir, I knew that, we all knew that.”, he said and I looked around realizing that people were already taking pictures of me. “And I still cannot disclose that information with you, Sir.”, he said and I stumbled.

Hard-head.

“Okay, thank you anyway.”, I smiled. I made my way to the elevator while thinking where the hell could she be. I remember her asking help for some certain scenes in her script and I just had to remember where it was set. Let’s see, her character was supposed to confess, she was crying, he was holding her in his arms with no efforts... and everything was wet...

It was a pool-scene, wasn’t it?

“To the pool, please.”, I told the elevator man and he pressed the top floor of the hotel. I had to remember what actually happened in the scene. Okay, there was a confession, there were tears, they were drunk, there was a kiss. I remembered there was a kiss because she had to practice on someone and it just so happened that that someone was me. But I realized that I was missing something... I forgot that... it wasn’t just a normal kiss. Shit.

The moment the elevator’s doors opened, I dashed to the pool area where there were cameras everywhere, and people were blocking my sight and I had to tip-toe just to see the top of the ladder in the pool but that just wasn’t enough. “Why am I doing this to myself?”, I asked myself as I tried to find a spot to look.

I finally got a spot to look and I wish I didn’t see what I just did. They were literally making-out with tongue and all in the pool and they look like they were so into it... too into it. I didn’t want to make a fuss out of this. Ugh, but my dumb ass did.

The moment the director yelled cut, the two pulled away and the day was called a day, I walked up to her. “Ryosuke!”, she said, wide-eyed. I hope I didn’t look mad, but I probably did. I was approaching her who had a robe on with her hair dripping wet. “Why are you here?”, she asked and I was right in front of her, pouting. “I told you not to come here!”, she furrowed her brows together and I felt like she was mad. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”, she asked and I gulped.

She looked around and realized that other people were staring. “Ugh.”, she grunted and dragged me to the bathroom and lightly pushed me onto the wall and slammed the door closed. “Ryosuke, what’s wrong? Why are you here? Why did you break our only rule?”, she asked, with a hand on the wall to keep me close.

“You still love me, right?”, I suddenly asked and she was dumbfounded, “Of course!”, she confidently said. “You don’t have an ounce of attraction to him, right?”, I asked, “Yes!”, she said. “I still kiss you better than he does, right?”, I asked and she started to crack-up. She quickly pecked me on the lips and smiled, “Of course!”. “I’m still you’re boyfriend, right?”, I asked, “Absolutely.”, she smiled.

“So then why did it look like you enjoyed that make-out scene?”

That one question slapped the grin off her face and annoyance to land on it. “What?”, she raised a brow, “Why does it look like you weren’t ever going to pull away? Why does it look like you were enjoying the kiss? Why does it look like you were in love with him and not with-”, “Can you shut up?!”, she shouted and immediately cut my words off with a forceful kiss. “Why... are... you... asking... me... that?”, she said in between kisses and I squinted my eyes, pulling away from her.

“Why can’t you fucking trust me?”, she asked in a vexed-tone. “How many times do I have to tell you this? You’re literally the ray of sunshine in my life, just seeing you makes my whole day, you talking to me makes my heart beat faster every time, and you touching me completes me but have you no idea how much it breaks me to see you not believe me when I say that I fucking love you?!”, she was gasping for air after just throwing words out of her mouth.

“Y/N, calm down...”, I whispered and she looked me in the eye, tears spilling out one-by-one and I felt so guilty. I cupped her face in my hands and I kissed her forehead and wiping the tears off with my thumbs. “I really didn’t want you to come today.”, she cried and she jerked her face off my hands and walked backwards, covering her face. “...why?”, I hesitantly asked.

“Because I knew it would only hurt you to see me kiss someone else.”, she cried into her hands. She was thinking of me, she was only thinking of me this whole time. And all this time, I was thinking about myself and how I would be without her. I felt like I was selfish, I felt like I was a bad boyfriend, and I felt like I didn’t deserve her.

“I-I’m sorry...”, I stammered, shifting in front of her and wrapping my arms around her. “I’m sorry, Y/N...”, I started to tear up. She looked up at me and saw sincerity in my eyes. She then wrapped her arms around me and held me closer. “I fucked up, I’m sorry.”, I cried and she tightened her arms. “You’re so cute when you cry...”, she giggled, “But don’t do it ever again, please. Unless you’re in a movie.”, she added and I chuckled.

“So we’re okay now?”, I asked and she pulled away, her face only inches apart from me. “Not yet.”, she grinned, her arms around my shoulders and playing with my hair. “Why?”, I grinned and my hands were on her waist. “You’re all wet now, you probably need to change.”, she cheekily smiled and I noticed that, yes, I am wet. “If we go down to the room now, maybe Sir Fukushi wouldn’t be there yet since there’s a party he has to go to.”, she raised her eyebrows and I bit my lip and smiled. She pulled my shirt towards her and kissed me on the lips, and then pulling away, biting hers.

“Come on, Mr. Anxious Boyfriend, we don’t have all night.”

[feellikearainbow]

LOUIS: “My Heart Zayn-s for you.” HARRY: “What the f*ck are you talking about?” LOUIS: “You are my Zayn. I have Zayn feelings for you. I Zayn you.” HARRY: (blinks) “You love me like Zayn loves me? Or you love me like I love Zayn? Because those are a bit different.” LOUIS: (quickly) “I don’t love you” HARRY: “But you just —” LOUIS: “Look I don’t love you. I just…” HARRY: (amused, finishing his sentence) “Love you?”

— JeddieJay

(In case you were wondering ‘why Zayn though?’) 

Time Bomb by  ThisSentimentalHeart

The one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

CHAPTERED | 291555 | Actor Louis, Rockstar Harry 

(This fic ruined me for all the other fics. It broke me and it made me. It was an epic journey that I wish I could forget so I can read it again and feel excatly how I felt when I read it for the first time. There were times when I screamed at my friend who recced it to me because these two beautiful people love each other so much it fucking hurts.) 

Confessions of a Gay Disney Prince by  JeddieJay

“You’re way off here, darling, because there is no gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You’re not a damsel. You’re just in distress but I won’t be saving you. Save yourself.”

Or the one where Louis Zayn Harry 

CHAPTERED | Harry and Louis work at Disney World

*Disclaimer: THIS FIC IS ON WATTPAD* 

(This is possibly the only fic that I will ever rec from wattpad but also possibly the only fic I will rec forever. The writing of the fic is in script format, very easy to read and so beautifully written. See: intro para. It will make you laugh as much as it will make you cry. This fic is everything to me.)

Relief Next To Me by  dolce_piccante

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

CHAPTERED | 333703 | Baker Harry, Graphic designer Louis | Smut

(If there is no mention of RNTM is it even a fic rec? I think not. If for some reason you havn’t read this fic, go read it. This is the fic that I read in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad. Yes, my dude, I quoted HIMYM)

Young & Beautiful by  Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

(Can you believe this fic exists? Actually no, it’s not a fic its literature - a classic if you will.)

the impossible now by  stylinsoncity

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

CHAPTERED |  54264 | Pop star/ Photographer Harry, Botanist Louis

(Do you really need Christmas to read a Christmas fic? This is one of the most unique fics out there. I am frankly waiting for a sequel with alternate dimension Harry’s POV since 2016.) 

Another hazy may by  deLILAh

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

ONE SHOT |  41042 | Writer Louis, Soldier Harry 

(What can I say about this fic that will justify how beautifully it is written? I don’t think I have any words that will do justice to its beauty. If you are looking angst, this is the fic for you. Since I have no words I will write ‘beautiful’ one more time: beautiful.)

Crave Me: The 30-Day Smut Challenge 

Harry and Louis are happily married with two kids, but their sex life has grown stale. During October, they accept the 30-Day Sex Challenge. That’s 30 days of sex. No exceptions. No excuses.

Each story or “chapter” written by a different author and centered on a unique prompt/sexual act, making this the first large-scale author collaboration within the Larry fandom.

(If by any chance you missed the smut October 2016, go read them. They are really well written one shots and I am still amazed by how in the hell the authors managed to be in sync with each other. You can pick and read if you like they are all stand alone but all are fantastic and smutty and wow.)

Fading by  tothemoonmydear

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

CHAPTERED |  202393 | College AU 

(Read this fic only if you are ready to cry forever.)

California Sold by  isthatyoularry

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

or A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

CHAPTERED | 123536 | Famous/non-famous AU

(This is a really cute well-written fic where larry are BFFs.)

Larry Podfics by  frecklebombfic (frecklebomb)

For the times when you can’t read a fic so you listen to one. 

(I feel like our fandom is lacking so much on the audiofic/podfic side, we really need more of these. Narrating fanfics is not easy, frecklebomb has done incredibly wonderful job in converting the fanfics into audio she deserves much more credit and love from this fandom.) 

So that’s it for me now. Happy reading or listening !! 

[casacasachronicles-blog]

See what had happened was...

Fluffy. 

If you’re from Weatherford you know excatly what im talking about.

November 7th we were visited by Gabriel “Fluffy” Iglesias the comedian, and everyone wanted off. That was going to be a problem because we knew we were going to be busy. 

We only had 5 servers when we usually have 6 and I had the biggest section. I had a table of 14 and a table of 6 and then two tables of three so I was a little stressed. One of the tables of three were really nice and were joking with me all night, which made what i’m about to say 20 times harder.

One of those three the only male at the table ordered a chillarita which is a large margarita with a beer inside of it.

As I bring out the chillarita the beer spills but luckily not on anyone and it didn’t shatter so I just went and got another one and gave it to him. 

Once their order was done I brought it out on a tray placed it on a stand and began to hand out their food (remember my section is full there are a lot of eyes on me) and as i place two of the three plates on the table, i see out of the corner of my eyes the third plate begin to fall off of the unbalanced tray. I try and catch it before it falls... but I don’t and it goes everywhere. The worst part is that the entire room of 20 people just goes silent and all eyes are on me. I quickly apologized excessively and began to clean up the mess. I didn’t want anyone to feel bad for me so I tried to think of something quick to make them laugh. “Fellow Americans...” I begin “We lost a brave plate today due to the unbalanced tray.” Im still trying to clean up the mess. “May every single grain of rice rest in peace.” Luckily they all laughed and still left me a tip. 

[futurewriter2000]

Farewell Revenge - pt.3

A/N: I have a great idea for this serie to turn out.

XX

Your fist flew across his cheek and caused his whole body to hit the floor. 

It shook his whole existance as he tried to get up from the floor. His hands pushed him up but it was his core muscles that were too numb to make him lift himself up. He felt tingles everywhere. His toes slipped and he fell back on his face. 

“Bloody hell.” he cursed under his breath and could feel the iron on his tongue as the inside of his mouth started to bleed. His tooth was hanging by the nerve, agony causing his head to spin as he touched it with his tongue. 

Healthy tooth, healthy nerve, abbhorent pain from the pulp of his tooth to the back of his head. 

He knew you had a temper. He knew you would yell, shout and insult him. He knew you would seethe and snarl but what he didn’t know about you that you would preger a hand instead of a wand. More than that, he didn’t expect you to be a fighter.

Before he could look up, your lips were at the edge of his earlobes. He could feel the warmth radiating from them and then... then came the seethe. “Keep testing me, Black and a chipped tooth won’t be the only thing you’ll get.” 

He looked over his shoulder, blue fire burning resentment. It was a glare, a stare piercing acrimony throught your soul. Though his eyes were giving you a death penalty, his strenght was still numb from the pain. 

You were gone. You were gone and he was on the floor where the rest of the students were gaping at the Gryffindor whose ego was chipped away, just as his tooth. 

He felt someone’s hands lift him up on his feet. He knew who it was. Who else but his best friend? 

He leaned on him, as he always seemed to do as James held him up, as he always seemed to do. Remus was standing beside Peter, not really understanding what had happened, despite his fast thinking. And just like Remus, Peter couldn’t do anything but stare as well. 

Sirius didn’t speak a word but when he could feel gaining his strength back, he walked on his own. 

James didn’t look at him any differently. He knew that this was not only Sirius’ being beated by a girl. This was Sirius, the brave, cocky Gryffindor being beaten by a Ravenclaw. It was the house pride that made Sirius not speak a single word until he came into his room, grabbing an ice pack his way there and pressing it on his cheek. 

If the professors found out, there wouldn’t be just house points that would be taken away. There would be expulsion because Hogwarts does not tolerate violance and after he said to you, provoking you, taunting you... the least thing he expected was a punch straight in the jaw. 

But why a punch? Why hand? Why not a wand?

You came from a respectful foreign family. Wealthy, traditional...just like him.

Or at least that was what he heard from other people... or was that what you told other people about. 

A Ravenclaw...

The wheels in his head started to spin faster and faster. The tooth inside his mouth hanging from his nerve and stabbing the left shadow in his head. 

“That’s enough.” He stood up, feeling a twirl of the room as he did. He grabbed a flossing string, wrapped it around a doorknob and the other around his tooth which caused him scowling like Remus on a full moon. 

James stood by the door, holding the doorknob and trying to supress the excitment in his hidden smile. “Ready?” 

Sirius could see the smile emerge into a beam. He smiled at his best friend and nodded. “I know you can’t wait for it, you twat. Just do-”

James slammed the door and the tooth flew out, causing the whole room to spin into other dimensions and shapes until darkness fell upon him and he slammed face down on the floor. 

For Sirius it was only a second before he opened his eyes and all of his friends were above him, James laughing with Peter meanwhile Remus tried to ignore the laughter in his throat. He wanted to come out as a worriesome, caring kid, just as he always did but it was only when Sirius opened his eyes that the laughter finally escaped his throat. 

“Aw, Merlin.” Sirius pressed his palm on the side of his head. “How long was I out?” 

“Like a minute or so.” Remus said, helping him to sit up. 

“Thought I dropped dead for a second there.” Sirius continued to rub the side of his head, his eyes in a terrible ache. 

“Sirius Black, cause of death: toothache.” Remus chuckled. 

Sirius couldn’t laugh though. As much as he would there was something still stuck in his head. No, not something. Someone. 

“How much do we really know about (y/n)(y/l/n)?” he asked out of the blue, causing the other three to stop their laughter and stare at him. 

“What?” 

Sirius rubbed his pams over his eyes and tried opening them, seeing only black spots until the vision cleared. “I mean...” he blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. “How much do we know that she is actually from a wealthy, traditional, respectful foreign pureblood wizarding family? What if she’s just a Muggleborn?” 

“I mean... everybody knows her family.”

“Do we? All we heard was what she told other people.” Sirius continued and Remus wanted to object but those brain of his were quick to interfere and contemplate Sirius’ words.

“Why are you so suddenly interested in her?” James started to tease. “Do I smell plotting?” he rubbed his hands together as his eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“No but she knows. She knows about us and about Remus- I don’t know how but she knows. She has the upper hand on us.”

“But she hasn’t told anybody.” James countered.

“Yet.” Sirius added. “We can’t prank her, she’s too smart for that and she knows far too much about us. I can’t just let her humiliate me in front of everybody and make them think I’m going to be degraded by a Ravenclaw. I’m degraded enough as it is. A blood-traitor, being disowned by my cursed family. I can’t handle more humiliation as well but if I know one thing about her. One dirty little secret, I can make all of that go away.” Sirius was hopeful in his eyes, begging their friends to help him.

He knew how he sounded. He sounded pitiful and pathethic but he wanted to prove that he wasn’t. He wasn’t a shoe being tossed around, especially by a Ravenclaw like you. He just wasn’t. He was so much more than you made him be today.

And he wasn’t one of those boys to hit a woman. He couldn’t do that. Not after what his father did to his mother, no matter how much she treated him and Regulus, he still knew that women shouldn’t be hit. 

But he wanted to hit you. Not physically. He wanted to hurt you like you hurt him today. He wanted to show you how it feels, hurting somebody’s pride. Degrading, humiliating, embarrasing them... making them show everybody in their weakest form. 

That’s what he wanted to do.

He wanted to kill your pride and ego as you did to him. 

“She’s a Muggleborn.” it was more of a statement than a theory. 

“And she doesn’t want anybody to know.” Remus interfered, analyzing every detail in his head. 

James let out a scoff, throwing his head back and hoping this was all just a joke. “You can’t be ser-”

“Think about it, Prongs.” Sirius cut in. “She used a hand. She didn’t press her wand on my throat or threaten me- let alone hide away like usual wealthy pureblood spoiled rats do. You come from a pure blood line of family, Prongs. Would you use your hand, growing up in a wizarding family?” 

“Or maybe you just pissed her-”

“Would you?” Sirius persisted. “I wouldn’t, knowing all the spells and hexes I was thought as a kid, observing them on my parents. And the way she spoke to me about her family-”

“She’d be more accepted by the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws since they have the highest percentage of purebloods than Hufflepuff and Gryffindors. Like Sirius said, she’s too smart. She knew excatly in her first year that if she said she was from a Muggleborn family, that she’d be degraded and embarrased, looked down on but if she said she came from a foreign pureblood family nobody has heard of, she’d be accepted easily.” Remus interfered, his wheels spinning. 

“Even if her family isn’t pureblood, we don’t have any proof and it’s not our place. You know how I feel about this pureblood mania, Pads.” James continued to look at his friends.

“I don’t either but she knows about us, Prongs. She thinks she has the upper hand on us by knowing. It’s excatly what makes her a bloody Ravenclaw. But if she knew about us knowing about her, we’d be the one who had the upper hand. “

“It’s not fair.” 

“It is.” Remus snapped. “I don’t want anybody to know about me, Prongs. I could lose everything if she told. I could lose EVERYTHING.” he now shared the same look as Sirius. “It is fair if we can have just as much power to ruin her as she has to ruin us. You wouldn’t understand because you and Peter don’t have any dark secrets like Sirius and I do. We have so much to lose.” Remus pleaded with his tone of voice.

And there James was, the usual leader of the group wanting nothing more but be a sheep for once and be hidden in the background. His father tought him to be better than this but it was either all together or none at all. 

So he gave in. All together.

“Fine. I’ll pull some strings.”

[futurewriter2000]

Fighting battles - pt.1

REQUEST: Can u do a Sirius x reader were the reader is James’s sister. U choose what actually happens but James’s sister. Very vague I know

XX

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken it. Maybe you should have just said no and move on from your life. And maybe, just maybe... you could be a bit more responsible.

But it wasn’t that easy.

“ Would you dare get out?” his eyes, malicious and thirsty for more mischief, watched you carefully and observed every inch.

“ Out?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“ Hogsmeade.”

“ As if.” you scoffed. “ If my brother sees me high on my ass, he’d tattle -tail me to my parents.”

He laughed, tilting his head backward and slowly laid on his back. “ Tattle-tail. Where did that word even come from??” he wondered as he placed his hands under his head and closed eyes.

“ I’m serious, Wren.” you laughed and crawled your way to him.

“ Wren...” he narrowed his eyes at the ceiling and glanced at you. “Why did my parents give me such a shitty name?”

“Wren!”

“ Alright. Alright. I hear you.” he rolled his eyes. “ You’re not even that high- here, look at me.” he squeezed your cheeks and looked deep in your eyes.”

“Oh wow.” you glanced down where his hands held your cheeks and back up at his dilated pupils and watery- red eyes.

“See... just a bit annoying.” he kissed your lips casually and threw himself back on the floor.

Because here was the deal with Wren. The two of you met in unusual circumstances and got to get to know eachother much more deeper than anyone else. Both of you were voulnrable when you first met eachother so the connection was strong, deep...and you can almost say unique.

The attraction- the bond- between the two of you wasn’t only spiritual but physical as well. Both crossed lines and limits in every way there was; was it illegal, ludicrous, simple... or sexual. Every single line there ever was limiting you, you both corssed it.

But somehow, someway... both settled down to just being Wren and (y/n). No labels and no complications.

And you liked it that way.

“ Wren?” you asked after spacing out for a moment or two. “Do you think we’ll be sent back?”

“Only if we get caught, love.” he grinned, his eyes still closed.

“I don’t want to go back, Wren.”

His eyes opened and his grin disappeared. Suddenly, after he heard your words, your tone, he sobered up. “Is that why you’re being so careful all of sudden?” he sat up.

“ Of course! I can’t believe you’re not. I mean- We shouldn’t even be taking these!” you grabbed the bag and threw it at him.

“ It’s not like the last time!” he started shouted back.

“Don’t you know how I feel right now, Wren?!” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. “ I want to take the whole bag and consume it. I want more of this feeling, more of everything. I’m holding myself back, restricting myself- BARELY!”

“(y/n). Calm down.” he tried to approach you with his arms lifted above his shoulders.

But the more he approached the more paranoid you got. “ No! I don’t get you. I don’t get how you can just- be- and James! God, James will kill me! “ you pushed him away and grabbed the bag from where you’ve thrown it.

“(Y/n)! Don’t!” his arms wrapped around you and held you back.

“Just- I- I have to!”

“(y/n)! Don’t!” he kept his arms around you, wondering from where his sudden strenght came but he knew he had to keep you in his arms even if it felt his muscles were burning. But when it burnt too much he had to let you go and you immediately grabbed the bag. “(Y/n)!” he shouted and grabbed the bag from you, running away to the bathroom.

You ran after him immediatelly but he locked himself in it. The next thing you knew you heard the sound of toilet water flushing. You leaned against the wall and slid down. Tears prickled down your cheeks and you sobbed into your hands.

He came out, kneeling down to you and wrapping his arms around you. You pushed him away, hitting his chest. “Don’t ever do this to me again.” you repeatedly hit him.

“I won’t. I’m sorry.” he hugged your knees and put his chin on them. “Last time. I promise.”

But if only promises worked so easily.  

Through all the shakes and sweats you went through in the past, it seemed to get worse each time. But he was holding you and he was there for you when you knew he was going through the same thing.

He was the stronger one each time. Sometimes you wondered how can he do it while you felt like falling apart. But he kept hilding you, whispering sorry in your ear repeatedly.

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“Where have you been all week?” your brother’s arm wrapped around you, his eyes observing your eyes, your lips and your hands.

He always did that. Since you had a relapse the second time all he did was watch out. He was never worried after the first time you came back from rehab because he was young and he was sure that this was just gone. But it’s never gone and he finally realized that. So every time he sees you, he checks for the signs.

If only he knew.

“I’m fine, James.” you roll your eyes, knowing excatly what he was doing.

“Just checking.” he stopped and continued to walk you to your class, a friend joining him.

“Mooorning.” he smiled and wrapped his arm around you as well.

“Morning, Sirius.” you smiled up at him. “How are you?”

“Just peachy.” he grinned, leaning his head closer to you and looking directly in your eyes before the grin on his face dropped. His eyes travelled down your lips and back up at your eyes, his expression though completely serious. “ Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly stopping and watching you closely.

“Fantastic.” you lied but tried to stretch the biggest smile you could.

He glanced up at James, who watched him with a confused expression and worry. Before the tension could grow, your hero came to rescue.

“Marbelini tortelini. I was looking everywhere for you.” he smiled widely, cheeks reaching his eyes, dimples forming at the corners of his lips. He looked up at James and Sirius, nodding. “Lads.”

“You sound cheery.” Sirius narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him.

“It’s a beautiful day, Black. And how can you expect me to be broody and sorrowful on a day like this.” he took you from their grasp and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “ I’ll take it from here, mates.” he continued and before any of them could reply, he replied first. “You look lovely today. Ready?”

“Yeah sure.” you smiled and waved at them goodbye. “Bye.”

And as you disappeared around the corner, the two boys stood at the same place. “Come on, Pads. Let’s go.”

“Something isn’t right with that guy.”

“Wren? He’s completely barmy but you get to like the guy.” James shrugged while Sirius only rolled his eyes.

Because even though you didn’t realize it, the summer he spent with your family was the summer he began to care. The summer he began to notice you. And each and every time he saw you it was like he knew your exact toughts- feelings. He knew you like the back of his hand. He knew you more than he knew himself and at this point he didn’t know how the hell was that possible.